“From inside Dancy’s warm, safe womb Bonaventure heard two voices singing, and his little heart beat out a raining tattoo as if to keep in time with the song. He had no suspicion that anything had changed, because for him they had not; he’d always known these two voices, one soft, one deep and had always found them soothing.”

“From inside Dancy’s warm, safe womb Bonaventure heard two voices singing, and his little heart beat out a raining tattoo as if to keep in time with the song. He had no suspicion that anything had changed, because for him they had not; he’d always known these two voices, one soft, one deep and had always found them soothing.”

— Rita Leganski